No Stop in me. Gone, the boundaries and gates imposed. Wind through the trellis. To flight, no right or left but onward to where dreams become the stuff of experience. When hope meets tear and laughter meets to turned up corners of smile. All the while, refraining from entertainment of just reason. For there are powerful words rolled up in emotion and tests.

Don’t keep the wings awaiting. Let loose the wicked and the good to work out parameters of glory. Ensued, imbued, renewed. Filled with the things that swallow up time and expiration. All the while, facing scenes from nightmare’s cancelled in the joys of moments present. To the edge, not kneeling or peering over at valley’s beyond. Beyond is the bastion we seek.

What if you knew you could have ten more when stewardship considered? Pestering voices in the back of mind’s eye. Blinking to let the streams of universe yet solvent, flow into the containers they’d been given. You’re candid about willingness to imagine a universe without the God who made it and you. Don’t get lost in the annals and labyrinth of your wounds.

Too close to estimate the dungeons collapsed speak volumes to the prisoners found freedom. We sought rest, while forgiveness, promise and hope were handed out. Too extreme to consider that perhaps we don’t know everything. A little while and we remember our fondness for consideration of the absurd. Relinquishing control of the lured masses.

I did not mean to stamp toes, add burden or set hearts aflame in anguish. Rather to lead them to burst into fire themselves at the joy of seeing the mystery resolved. Before them there was no one who doubted in acquiescence. For our Fathers prepared our hearts in their disobedience to Sovereign. We have known correction and find it becoming.